Soon whatever remains of humanity will be adapted to live without such fripperies as punctuation and word counts and I know this one’s missed the print deadline so in the infinite indulgence of the internet I’m just gonna knock it out in a single sentence both as a gift to the future and to give a sense of what Nick Revell does as he starts by apologising for not having a show on account of having to take a cat to the vet before delivering at least two maybe three shows in impossibly impressively breathless short order starting from purposely standard cat gags which seem a bit shit but then they’re so popular on the web and that’s the start of the point as an unpromising anecdote grows arms and legs and paws and whiskers and fangs and shit as the dystopian future of the growth of artificial intelligence is mirrored by the diminution of the human sort and before we know it we end up needing our fucking hoover to help us sort out saving the world from carnivorous rats and even among this the call backs are Wittgenstein and medieval sheet music alongside the Kardashians and Kanye and Kim Jong Un and in short fuck me there’s a lot going on in a short time in a small room but without doubt the best shaggy cat story on the Fringe and if you like cats on the internet you should go and see this because you and specifically you deserve all of what’s coming.